Chapter 85 (2/2)

meanwhile,

Other people present also shook their heads and whispered.

”I thought this boy would do something when he came up. He just said that the other side was singing badly.”

”The top three in the Academy of art, bad singing?”

”It's really killing me! Is this the dead duck type

“……”

Zhang Tianjun said with a sneer: ”what is the ability to speak with your mouth? You can sing better than me! As long as you sing better than I do, I'll go right away! ”

When will you sing and smile,

Then he turned and waved backstage.

And then,

A huge black piano, fell out of it.

”Piano?”

Zhang Tianjun frowned and said, ”can you play it?”

It's not just him,

Other people, including Tian Fuwei, raised their eyebrows.

When to ask someone to push a piano?

You're better than singing. Even if you're not good at singing, you can say it's courage!

Why are you playing a piano?

Can you sing and play at the same time?

The piano is not a guitar. If you practice the guitar for a month or two, you can play it well.

But the piano, without a few years of effort, is impossible to play anything!

Even if your singing is not good enough, if you add the piano sound like breaking the Gong, are you going to make everyone laugh to death?

Tian Fuwei covered her eyes with her hand. She didn't dare to look any more.

What a shame

On stage.

In the face of questions from others around, there is no explanation for when to sing.

As a matter of fact, he had some trouble in his heart, because he had never touched the piano since he was young!

I haven't touched it once, not even the electronic organ.

The reason why he dare to ask the hotel to help him prepare the piano is completely out of trust in the system!

Master piano skill!

Singing skills!

System export, must be fine, not waste!

He took a deep breath, went to the piano, opened the cover and sat down.

When the hand touches the piano keys, countless fingering techniques and skills emerge in his mind, but they are not disorderly, but very organized, just like these things have been completely imprinted in his mind.

This is a kind of instinct integrated with the soul!

He put his hands on the keys and closed his eyes slowly.

At this moment, he only felt that he and the piano were together. The piano is him, he is the piano, regardless of each other.

Rose Restaurant, second floor.

In an office.

The hostess in cheongsam is standing in front of the French window respectfully. Beside her, there is a man in his fifties with golden eyes.

”Interesting.”

The man with golden eyes pushed his eyes and asked the woman in Qipao beside him, ”Yuejuan, your piano has also reached level 10. Do you think this boy can play the piano?”

He is the boss of Rose Restaurant. His name is Cao Zongping.

”Certainly not. He doesn't even know the name of the pillar of the piano. He probably has never understood the piano! But it's true that the boy has money. Give us 10000 Yuan directly! ” Yang Yuejuan replied.

Cao Zongping nodded and said, ”just give them money. They can play whatever they want! It's a free show for other guests! After the meeting is over, you can go over and apologize to the customers. After all, not all the customers like the excitement! ”

Yang Yuejuan was about to answer,

At this time, the corner of her eyes, suddenly turned to see the restaurant in the middle of the stage, sitting in front of the piano when the background.

The next moment,

Her face suddenly changed, exclaimed: ”this... He... How can this be?”